This fic is non-yaoi for those who wanna know…and it might be pretty
serious in the succeeding chapters. To those who cant stand serious stuff,
deep stuff, weird stuff with a lotta twists, please tread lightly.
Arigatou gozaimasu minna-san! ^^
Chapter 2
'Where were you last night?' asked Antoinette in a throaty voice, pushing back the strands of hair lost on Youji's cheek. She was French, lost in the isles of Japan as an entertainer for a popular bar. She was one of the most elite of the entertainers in the bar, and Youji could just imagine the money he had already spent on her.
It was worth it though…Youji knew better than to mess around with girls…he had better pursuits…tonight…
Two nights after they first met…the same scenario…the low lights and the soft sounds in the background…pleasure and masked repose hovered in the air…
But Youji felt nothing, save the disquietude in his mind.
'Like I said, tasks to be done,' he answered, trying to keep the distraction in his voice.
But he could not hide it from her. 'You look nervous.'
He smiled lazily. 'I guess it's the air around here,' he lied, his wandering eyes scanning the area. 'And more crowded than usual.'
Three men in business suits suddenly entered the bar. Their expressions grim, matched by the dark shades poised upon their eyes. Hair perfectly in place…suits without a hint of crinkles…
One stood out. Middle aged, half-bald, wore the same shades as the other men, except he carried with him a suitcase.
'Who are they?' asked Youji, motioning to the suspicious men with his eyes.
Antoinette chuckled. 'Oh don't mind them. Regulars…' She tore his gaze off the men as she turned his face toward her. 'Typical transactions everyday…what can I say?'
'Are they new here?' Youji probed.
'You seem interested in them,' she noticed, frowning slightly. 'What do you do anyway? Are they to satisfy your best interests?'
'I thought you don't question personal businesses,' said Youji. 'Or you have suddenly changed your code of labor?'
'You're witty Youji-sama,' she answered, her eyes dropping dramatically. 'And I am glad you remembered. Most customers don't really care.'
He smirked, darting her eyes away from her and focusing them back to the three men, who were now talking with four others. Three were standing up, the rest were smoking on their seats. Youji surmised the three were bodyguards considering their huge muscular builds. The four must probably be their masters, as they discussed the papers held by their hands. If his suppositions were right, these men were connected to the Weiß's latest mission.
Suddenly, the four men sprang up, and two brought out guns. One of the bodyguards also had his gun aimed at the other four men, whose faces were white as sheet. Some customers who sensed danger had already fled, while the rest had their eyes on the unexpected commotion in the bar. A few screams were heard, until the noises died down to immeasurable quietude.
Youji could feel Antoinette's clammy hand clutching his arm. He sat up straight, waiting breathlessly for something to happen.
Then a gunshot shattered the silence.
The next thing Youji knew he was fighting for dear life as the two groups he was watching clashed. It was clear one of the groups wanted to kill all the witnesses to the crime they committed. They cared not who their bullets hit, by accident or on purpose. Only one goal was made apparent, one group wanted everyone dead.
Youji knew this was not included in his intentions on visiting the nightspot that night. Actually he wasn't in the mood to hurt anyone, much less kill anyone, but it was inevitable. Just a reality he had to face.
A mad-looking man lunged at his direction with a dagger clutched in his hands. A wild gleam was in his eyes, and there was lust for blood beneath that. He attacked Youji, stabbing air as he went, however emerged unsuccessful. Youji ducked swiftly, caught the man by his arm and flung him to the couch behind him. The man fell, and tumbled down to the floor with a crash. Several stools toppled as he collided with them.
The man transpired unconscious.
Bewildered with the chaos around him, Youji looked around frantically for Antoinette, worried about her safety. He had eluded most assaults along the way as he rushed around the tavern. Blood splattered on his shirt as he overtook a few corpses hurled his way.
Antoinette, however, was nowhere to be found.
*
Youji had barely reached the end of the hallway when Aya came barging into his businesses again.
'You're early tonight,' Aya said icily.
His words were followed by sheer tense silence when Youji didn't reply. They faced each other, battling with glares.
'In case you haven't noticed, there's blood on your sleeve,' remarked Aya. He moved toward Youji and glowered. 'You have been forgetting your place in the society.'
'Can you just stop intruding my affairs?' Youji practically yelled.
His loud voice woke Ken and Omi up. The two appeared in the dark hallway, both with sleepy stares. 'What's going on?' Omi asked, yawning.
Ken jerked awake with the sight of blood on Youji's clothes. 'Hey, you're all bloody!'
'Don't even remind me,' Youji said, his voice hard as stone.
'You were there weren't you?' Aya accused. 'I heard from the news there was a face-off between the Okami Youhei Keibatsu and the Hebi Youhei Keibatsu tonight at Nightlife Bar. You were there AGAIN weren't you?'
Gasps were heard from the Weiß's younger members. 'Again?' Omi echoed.
'So what if I was?' Youji retorted, glaring back.
'Isn't the Okami Youhei Keibatsu the group we are investigating now?' Ken asked, his forehead creasing.
'Don't interfere with my dealings Aya,' said Youji sharply. 'I believe I can perfectly take care of myself.'
*
'Transactions complete?' Kurogama Kentatsu inquired, placing his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his joined hands.
'Hai,' one of his men confirmed, holding up a black attaché case. 'The documents are all here.'
'I'm impressed. It took you only two hours to complete your task,' Kurogama said. 'How about your other mission? I believe another group knows of our affairs. How long would it take you to silence them all?'
'The Okami Youhei Keibatsu had always been our top priority,' the man began.
'Why? Do you serve others?'
'Assassins of course work for a lot of companies. This is our way of life,' he replied then went on. 'We found out some information on this group. They call themselves Weiß Kreuz. They already have us under surveillance in case you needed to know that.'
Kurogama smirked, resting back on his chair. 'I already know, Natsuka. That's why I hired you to finish the job for me. How about the next Kuroi Youhei negotiation? You have any information?'
Natsuka nodded. 'In fact I do. They would hold it in the Imperial Hotel tomorrow evening at 6. What would you suggest we do?'
'Slay the head of Kuroi Youhei . As simple as that,' Kurogama told him.
'May I ask a question, sir?' Natsuka asked.
'What is that?'
'What would happen if we kill the leader of the Kuroi Youhei?'
'The Okami and Hebi Youhei Keibatsu had always been part of this Kuroi Youhei and had always clashed in their strife for power,' Kurogama began.
'I know that sir.'
'Well the Taka Youhei Keibatsu, whose head is the current leader of all the Kuroi Youhei Clans, promised me one thing, that I would be his heir,' continued Kurogama. 'Yasuka Kazuki had always been my rival, and with that throne I would rule over the Kuroi Youhei nationwide. And Yasuka could be properly disposed of.' He smirked.
'The group is still young,' Natsuka objected. 'Further conflicts within the group might pull it down and lead to its self-destruction.'
A fiendish smile spread on Kurogama's lips. 'As long as the Youhei Keibatsu exists in Japan, the Kuroi Youhei would not be destroyed.'
Arigatou gozaimasu minna-san! ^^
Chapter 2
'Where were you last night?' asked Antoinette in a throaty voice, pushing back the strands of hair lost on Youji's cheek. She was French, lost in the isles of Japan as an entertainer for a popular bar. She was one of the most elite of the entertainers in the bar, and Youji could just imagine the money he had already spent on her.
It was worth it though…Youji knew better than to mess around with girls…he had better pursuits…tonight…
Two nights after they first met…the same scenario…the low lights and the soft sounds in the background…pleasure and masked repose hovered in the air…
But Youji felt nothing, save the disquietude in his mind.
'Like I said, tasks to be done,' he answered, trying to keep the distraction in his voice.
But he could not hide it from her. 'You look nervous.'
He smiled lazily. 'I guess it's the air around here,' he lied, his wandering eyes scanning the area. 'And more crowded than usual.'
Three men in business suits suddenly entered the bar. Their expressions grim, matched by the dark shades poised upon their eyes. Hair perfectly in place…suits without a hint of crinkles…
One stood out. Middle aged, half-bald, wore the same shades as the other men, except he carried with him a suitcase.
'Who are they?' asked Youji, motioning to the suspicious men with his eyes.
Antoinette chuckled. 'Oh don't mind them. Regulars…' She tore his gaze off the men as she turned his face toward her. 'Typical transactions everyday…what can I say?'
'Are they new here?' Youji probed.
'You seem interested in them,' she noticed, frowning slightly. 'What do you do anyway? Are they to satisfy your best interests?'
'I thought you don't question personal businesses,' said Youji. 'Or you have suddenly changed your code of labor?'
'You're witty Youji-sama,' she answered, her eyes dropping dramatically. 'And I am glad you remembered. Most customers don't really care.'
He smirked, darting her eyes away from her and focusing them back to the three men, who were now talking with four others. Three were standing up, the rest were smoking on their seats. Youji surmised the three were bodyguards considering their huge muscular builds. The four must probably be their masters, as they discussed the papers held by their hands. If his suppositions were right, these men were connected to the Weiß's latest mission.
Suddenly, the four men sprang up, and two brought out guns. One of the bodyguards also had his gun aimed at the other four men, whose faces were white as sheet. Some customers who sensed danger had already fled, while the rest had their eyes on the unexpected commotion in the bar. A few screams were heard, until the noises died down to immeasurable quietude.
Youji could feel Antoinette's clammy hand clutching his arm. He sat up straight, waiting breathlessly for something to happen.
Then a gunshot shattered the silence.
The next thing Youji knew he was fighting for dear life as the two groups he was watching clashed. It was clear one of the groups wanted to kill all the witnesses to the crime they committed. They cared not who their bullets hit, by accident or on purpose. Only one goal was made apparent, one group wanted everyone dead.
Youji knew this was not included in his intentions on visiting the nightspot that night. Actually he wasn't in the mood to hurt anyone, much less kill anyone, but it was inevitable. Just a reality he had to face.
A mad-looking man lunged at his direction with a dagger clutched in his hands. A wild gleam was in his eyes, and there was lust for blood beneath that. He attacked Youji, stabbing air as he went, however emerged unsuccessful. Youji ducked swiftly, caught the man by his arm and flung him to the couch behind him. The man fell, and tumbled down to the floor with a crash. Several stools toppled as he collided with them.
The man transpired unconscious.
Bewildered with the chaos around him, Youji looked around frantically for Antoinette, worried about her safety. He had eluded most assaults along the way as he rushed around the tavern. Blood splattered on his shirt as he overtook a few corpses hurled his way.
Antoinette, however, was nowhere to be found.
*
Youji had barely reached the end of the hallway when Aya came barging into his businesses again.
'You're early tonight,' Aya said icily.
His words were followed by sheer tense silence when Youji didn't reply. They faced each other, battling with glares.
'In case you haven't noticed, there's blood on your sleeve,' remarked Aya. He moved toward Youji and glowered. 'You have been forgetting your place in the society.'
'Can you just stop intruding my affairs?' Youji practically yelled.
His loud voice woke Ken and Omi up. The two appeared in the dark hallway, both with sleepy stares. 'What's going on?' Omi asked, yawning.
Ken jerked awake with the sight of blood on Youji's clothes. 'Hey, you're all bloody!'
'Don't even remind me,' Youji said, his voice hard as stone.
'You were there weren't you?' Aya accused. 'I heard from the news there was a face-off between the Okami Youhei Keibatsu and the Hebi Youhei Keibatsu tonight at Nightlife Bar. You were there AGAIN weren't you?'
Gasps were heard from the Weiß's younger members. 'Again?' Omi echoed.
'So what if I was?' Youji retorted, glaring back.
'Isn't the Okami Youhei Keibatsu the group we are investigating now?' Ken asked, his forehead creasing.
'Don't interfere with my dealings Aya,' said Youji sharply. 'I believe I can perfectly take care of myself.'
*
'Transactions complete?' Kurogama Kentatsu inquired, placing his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his joined hands.
'Hai,' one of his men confirmed, holding up a black attaché case. 'The documents are all here.'
'I'm impressed. It took you only two hours to complete your task,' Kurogama said. 'How about your other mission? I believe another group knows of our affairs. How long would it take you to silence them all?'
'The Okami Youhei Keibatsu had always been our top priority,' the man began.
'Why? Do you serve others?'
'Assassins of course work for a lot of companies. This is our way of life,' he replied then went on. 'We found out some information on this group. They call themselves Weiß Kreuz. They already have us under surveillance in case you needed to know that.'
Kurogama smirked, resting back on his chair. 'I already know, Natsuka. That's why I hired you to finish the job for me. How about the next Kuroi Youhei negotiation? You have any information?'
Natsuka nodded. 'In fact I do. They would hold it in the Imperial Hotel tomorrow evening at 6. What would you suggest we do?'
'Slay the head of Kuroi Youhei . As simple as that,' Kurogama told him.
'May I ask a question, sir?' Natsuka asked.
'What is that?'
'What would happen if we kill the leader of the Kuroi Youhei?'
'The Okami and Hebi Youhei Keibatsu had always been part of this Kuroi Youhei and had always clashed in their strife for power,' Kurogama began.
'I know that sir.'
'Well the Taka Youhei Keibatsu, whose head is the current leader of all the Kuroi Youhei Clans, promised me one thing, that I would be his heir,' continued Kurogama. 'Yasuka Kazuki had always been my rival, and with that throne I would rule over the Kuroi Youhei nationwide. And Yasuka could be properly disposed of.' He smirked.
'The group is still young,' Natsuka objected. 'Further conflicts within the group might pull it down and lead to its self-destruction.'
A fiendish smile spread on Kurogama's lips. 'As long as the Youhei Keibatsu exists in Japan, the Kuroi Youhei would not be destroyed.'